A Verdict for Love (6 page)

“I’m sorry Grace, but I’m not able to
go through this with you again. I’m frightened of what it might
mean for us both.”

Rather than being intimidated or put
off by this statement, Grace was aroused by it. This time it was
she who turned and went to the door, closing and locking it
deliberately. It was past five and few people were even in the
building any longer.

She walked with certainty and desire
to stand directly in front of Chiara, who continued sitting in her
chair. Grace moved in very close to her then, pushing her lover’s
knees apart and moving in between them to stand with her breasts
almost touching Chiara’s face.

Neither of the two women spoke. Their
desire filled the room and they only understood that their bodies
wanted to make love. That is all they knew and all that
mattered.

“We can’t…,” Chiara began.

But Grace put her fingertips softly on
Chiara’s full lips and whispered,

“Shhhh….It’s okay.”

She left her two fingers there on
Chiara’s lips and Chiara no longer held any illusion that she would
refuse her. She parted her lips and took Grace’s fingers deep into
her mouth, sucking them erotically and slowly. As she did so,
Grace’s body curved into her. Chiara sucked and licked her fingers
as she ran her hands up to touch Grace’s nubile yet full
breasts.

Prodded into action, she stood up then
and pushed Grace against the desk, telling her to remove her
clothes.

Grace did not hesitate. She quickly
unbuttoned her white shirt and exposed her tan torso and beautiful
breasts. The shirt fell to the floor. She unbuttoned her skirt and
allowed it to fall also. She stood with her ass pressed against the
desk in a white lace bra, panties and black pumps. Chiara made her
sit on the edge of the desk.

Chiara went down on her knees in front
of her and removed Grace’s panties. Her hands moved back up the
legs and touched Grace’s inner thighs tenderly. She kissed her
knees and spread the young girl’s legs wide open, wide enough to
fully reveal her wet, open sex.

Pink, folded and swollen…a sweet
vision…a dream flowering before Chiara’s eyes. She spread the young
woman’s pussy open so she could taste her fully. Like a talented
musician, she began to play the music of desire and lust on her
partner’s wet core. She made the sounds with her tongue and the
pussy responded by singing its own sounds in response. The desire
was building. The climax was near.

Chiara buried her face in Grace’s cunt
and sucked and tongue-fucked her so beautifully. Anyone would have
been aroused at the sight of her there so elegantly on her knees
with this superb, aroused young woman’s legs spread open, her head
flung back and her chewed lips reddened by desire. Chiara’s
beautiful dark hair was down and covering her face. Her taut body
was unmoving but her tongue was relentless.

Grace’s hands locked around Chiara’s
head and she rubbed her pussy hard against her tongue and lips.
Suddenly, like a beautiful waterfall, she came so hard, so deep,
that the orgasm pounded her, ran over her body, radiating from her
sex outward. She fell backward on the desk with her thighs still
parted, breathing hard.

Chiara moved upward and kissed her
tummy, her breasts, and then her lips. She was above her, giving
her the chance to taste her own cum on Chiara’s lips. Grace made
small moaning sounds and licked her dew from the offered
mouth.

They remained close to one another,
savoring the satisfaction. At last they moved, realizing that they
had to end it though neither of them wanted to do so. They both did
their best to feel relaxed so they could leave the office to spend
another night apart.

But neither of them wanted
to do that. Grace had a sort of ‘date’ with Alex, the handsome and
smart graduate student from Emory. She didn’t have any desire to
keep it. They had broken things off a while back but he’d wanted to
take her out to celebrate the success she’d been having at the new
job.
She had only reluctantly agreed and
now the very thought of it bored her. She didn’t dare imagine what
he would think if he could know what that success had
become.

Chiara had made plans for dinner with
several of her friends at a favorite Mexican restaurant but in the
after- glow she was no longer interested.

The erotic entanglement that had
consumed the two women was beginning to take over their lives and
make the routine and mundane aspects less and less bearable. When
the two of them made love it was as though the entire world faded
away and all that existed was their bodies, mouths, hands, and
hearts. They both resented having to stop and move back into
something approaching normality.

Their delight was in some ways
becoming their torment.

A
t
the end of another hectic week, Grace and Chiara walked out
together to the parking deck. Chiara had begun escorting Grace to
her car. She gave her a soft kiss on both cheeks and wished her a
good night.

Almost to her own ride, she heard
Grace’s little Chevy Cavalier sputtering and refusing to crank. She
smiled to herself, remembering how, long ago, she had also
struggled with an unreliable set of wheels.

She didn’t want to embarrass Grace,
but she had an immediate desire to take care of her at that moment,
so she turned back and tapped at her window, smiling
understandingly.

Grace paused to roll it down, cursing
under her breath.

“Let me give you a lift home, Grace.
It’s not a problem at all. Come on. Get your things. We can call
the auto shop later and have it towed.”

“No. No. It’s not necessary,” Grace
replied sheepishly.

“Come on Grace. Don’t be like
that.”

Grace shook her head stubbornly but
after a last willful attempt at cranking her sad little car, she
gave up and slammed the door as she followed Chiara embarrassedly
to a gorgeous 2010 black Saab.

“Wow!” Grace said as they got
inside.

“Oh, it’s nothing really, Grace. Just
a small perk for enduring so much bloody mendacity for all these
years.”

Grace giggled at this.

Apologizing again for being a bother,
Grace directed Chiara toward Decatur and her tiny flat.

“No bother at all. It will give me a
chance to see your place.”

Hearing this, Grace grew troubled. Her
apartment was so small. She feared Chiara might find it plain and
unattractive.

Almost intuitively Chiara soothed
Grace’s concerns. Her hand drifted across the console between them
and touched her hand, caressing her fingertips. There was such
tenderness in the touch as she held Grace’s hand that all worries
faded. Chiara’s thumb stroked Grace’s inner palm. She was humming
along with an Ella Fitzgerald song playing softly on the radio.
There was something so lovely about the way that Chiara touched her
at that moment. It made her feel accepted, loved. Thoughts about
her small flat and her lack of sophistication were
forgotten.

She motioned Chiara into the parking
lot of her apartment complex and they parked outside the small
brick building where number 23E was located. As Chiara cut the
motor, she reached across and kissed Grace tenderly on the
lips.

“I’m so happy to be visiting your
place”

“Oh, Chiara, it’s not
much.”

They walked together down the little
walkway holding hands like lovers do. As they approached the door,
Grace said, “It’s really very small, Chiara.”

Chiara turned Grace toward her and
softly kissed her lips to reassure her that it was okay. And with
that kiss, Grace felt surer of herself and opened the
door.

Chiara looked around with interest.
She saw an immaculately kept flat. It was tastefully, if simply,
furnished. A small black futon against the wall with dark cherry
wood tables on each end. A lovely glass coffee table in front of
the sofa.

There were old movie posters on the
walls framed beautifully in smooth black lines. Rita Hayworth from
“Gilda” smoking a cigarette on one wall. Sue Lyon as “Lolita”
sucking a lollipop on the other.

Chiara loved the bohemian feel of the
place and appreciated the care if not expense Grace had put into
furnishing it.

Grace gave her a guided tour which
lasted all of a few minutes. Once in the small bedroom, Chiara
pushed Grace toward the bed, holding her tightly and kissing her
along the way. The desire welled up inside of them both quickly
with the very first kiss. Their hands sought each other’s bodies
ardently and passionately as if the drive had been a mere
intermission.

They fell back onto the coverlet and
undressed each other with care and gentleness. Finally, they were
alone together, not in the office, but truly alone.

“It’s about time I got to be naked
too.” Chiara said sensually in a whispered tone.

Grace answered with more kisses.
Kisses that grew deeper as their tongues went further than ever
before, softly probing and looking to discover every moist
secret.

Grace rose above Chiara, taking her
hand and pulling her chin upward to look at her fully.

“I think I’m falling in love with you,
Chiara.”

Chiara smiled at her. She felt the
same, though she was unable to say it before Grace kissed her
again.

Grace was on top of her suddenly then,
teasing Chiara with her tongue and moving her beautiful hips as she
did so. She became more aggressive as the kisses progressed and she
went down to Chiara’s finely sculpted breasts to take one in her
hand and the other with her lips. She suckled and pulled at the
nipples with her mouth and her fingers.

Chiara was deeply aroused, muttering,
“Madre del Dio. Madre... del…Dio….Grace”

Grace slid her hand down to find
Chiara’s sex waiting, open and wet. She pushed her upper thigh in
between and began pumping Chiara. She scarcely understood what she
was doing to Chiara. She was being guided by her desires. She did
not know the term for this rubbing and pushing with her thigh
against Chiara’s pussy, but she was tribbing her with unpracticed
ease and great sensuality.

Chiara began to move in rhythm with
Grace’s thigh. She felt the orgasm coming, and Grace felt Chiara
pulling and pushing her ass, signaling that she was about to
come.

Chiara pulled Grace’s ass cheeks apart
and fingered her pussy and perineum and then quickly inserted a
finger into her ass, pushing inside as she reached her peak. The
mutuality of it was unexpected but Grace came with her.

They both screamed loudly as their
orgasms rocked them in unison. Their panting and pounding
heartbeats the only sounds in their ears afterward.

Night was falling as they fell apart.
Both laughingly agreed that they were starving.

“Sorry, no foie gras,
Chiara”

“Oh Grace. Don’t be silly. How about a
pizza?”

They called in an order to the Mellow
Mushroom and enjoyed a superb meal of pizza and beer in bed as they
watched old episodes of ‘Little Britain’ together well into the
night, laughing hysterically at the antics of David Walliams and
Matt Lucas.

I
n
the morning they awoke holding each other and watched the sun begin
to stream in softly through the bedroom window.

Chiara called her mechanic and asked
him to go and fetch Grace’s car and repair it for her. Grace
accepted this kindness gladly.

“And you just laze around here until
he delivers it.” Chiara said.

“But...”

“No buts! Call you a little later.” As
Chiara left she gave Grace a long, lingering kiss.

Grace smiled as she closed the door,
putting her back against it and smelling her fingers, noticing the
sublime perfume of Chiara’s pussy still on them. There was more
than sex in the air. There was love.

Around noon Grace’s phone rang, she
jumped with excitement seeing Chiara’s number appear on the Caller
I.D. As she answered, Chiara murmured,

“Ciao, mi amore.”

“Ciao.” Grace responded
enthusiastically.

“How about I come over with my
mechanic, Andrew? He’s got your car fixed and needs me to show him
the way.”

“Yes. Just give me a bit to tidy up
the place.”

“No problem. And Grace…”

“Yes?”

“I’ve missed you and it’s only been a
handful of hours since I saw you last.” Chiara admitted and
chuckled softly at herself, feeling like a giddy
schoolgirl.

“Oh Chiara.”

They both hung up with anticipation.
It was true. They had been together the day before and last night.
But this was the weekend and a beautiful and sunny one at that. Up
until now weekends had meant two-day separations. Both women were
profoundly happy that this one could be different.

Chiara arrived followed by Andrew in
Grace’s Chevy. His partner in the tow truck brought up the rear.
She pointed him to a parking slot. He followed her motion, cut the
motor and opened the door.